Boy, am I bored. - Good morning, Garfield. It's another day just like any other day. Isn't it great? - Some people confuse boredom with security.
1 December 1980
I need a change. - Maybe I'll take up a hobby. Maybe I'll learn a new language. Maybe I'll participate in a sport. - Maybe I'll stay bored. It takes less effort.
2 December 1980
flick - flick - You know you're bored when flicking a lint ball becomes all-consuming.
3 December 1980
Every day it's the same boring food, same boring people, same boring routine... rrrr - ROWR! FFFT! - ...same boring fights.
4 December 1980
Do you know where I'm residing? Bored City, that's where. - But not for long. With a positive mental attitude I can whip it. - I think I'll make a lateral move to self-pity.
5 December 1980
I'm bored. - ARRRGH - That helped.
6 December 1980
- - CHOMP! GULP GOBBLE - PLICK! - - ODIE!
7 December 1980
- - Somehow, I prefer Garfield in his less affectionate moods.
8 December 1980
Garfield, I've been thinking... - I'm seriously considering having you declawed. - Whatever for?
9 December 1980
Why would Jon want to have me declawed? A cat without claws is like a bee without a stinger... - A porcupine without quills, a shark without teeth, a snake without fangs! - I think I see his point.
10 December 1980
Granted, declawing a cat may spare the furniture. But it also renders a cat defenseless. - Put yourself in my shoes...how would you like to go through life... - Knowing somewhere out there is a dog with your name on it.
11 December 1980
Some friends of mine and I would like to discuss this declawing idea of yours. - - Thanks, friends.
12 December 1980
Garfield, I'm sorry I tried to have you declawed. Let's forgive and forget, okay? - BUZZ - I'll settle for "forgive".
13 December 1980
LOVE HAMBURGERS! What? No period of mourning?
14 December 1980
I think it's time you met a lady cat, Garfield. - And if you're not sure what to do on a date just watch me in action sometime. I have. - Make an inuendo, get slapped. Make a suggestion, get slapped. Make a move, get slapped.
15 December 1980
Jon says this after shave is supposed to attract women. - gallop gallop gallop gallop - Darn...wrong species.
16 December 1980
It's time I met a cat of the female persuasion. - - What took you so long?
17 December 1980
What do they call you? - My name's Arlene. - And what do they call that space between your front teeth? This relationship is off to a tenuous start.
18 December 1980
- Wanna eat mice? Wanna beat up dogs? - How barbaric. how nauseating.
19 December 1980
Tell me, Arlene, what good is that space between your teeth? - *** - When will I see you again? Next time I want to hail a taxi.
20 December 1980
Cats can be broken to the leash if you just hang in there. - - -
21 December 1980
Garfield, would you happen to know what happened to the lasagna I fixed for dinner? - * - I didn't know you could whistle. I'd tap-dance too if it would change the subject.
22 December 1980
Did I ever tell you I'm 29, Garfield? - You would have been 30 but you were sick a year. I would have been 30 but I was sick a year. - MY KINGDOM FOR A NEW PUNCH LINE!
23 December 1980
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! - Why, Garfield Arbuckle...The spirit of Christmas is giving, not receiving. - I'll give you this if you don't give me that. Now GIMME! That's the spirit.
24 December 1980
I love Christmas. - The parties and the presents... - The caroling, the presents. The food, the presents, the decorations, the presents, the fun and the presents. Merry Christmas!
25 December 1980
OH NO! I overslept! - I'M LATE! - For my nap.
26 December 1980
Oh no! They've raised my electricity bill again! What'll I doo? There's only one thing to do in a case like this... - SLEEP ON IT! - A real man of action. zzzz
27 December 1980
atomize your face. - That food's for eating, Garfield. What are you trying to do? Make me sick or something?
28 December 1980
GARFIELD! I'M - - Home. Gotcha again.
29 December 1980
This year I resolve to be nicer to Odie. - KONG! - Now that that's out of the way, I can enjoy new year's eve.
30 December 1980
Here you are, Madelyn, my dear. - There's a cat hair in my punch! - GARFIELD!
31 December 1980